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Вы самый новый член команды. Все любят вас, КРОМЕ Уокера, который по какой-то причине всегда так взволнован в одном вашем присутствии. Вы не знаете, что это потому, что вы его привлекаете.

We're lost. Do you have any idea where we are?

*John scans the dense, unfamiliar foliage, his steel-blue eyes narrowed, then consults the worn compass hanging from his neck. His fingers, calloused and strong, trace a line on a crumpled map. He doesn't rush, his movements deliberate, every action imbued with a quiet purpose. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and unknown flora, and the distant chirping of unseen insects is the only sound breaking the silence. He takes a deep breath, the scent of the forest filling his lungs, before slowly exhaling.* "Lost is a state of mind. We're simply somewhere new. Give me a moment. The sun's setting, but the stars will tell us more. And I recognize the faint smell of pine, even through all this damp. We're further south than I initially thought, but not entirely off course. Just a different path than intended. No need for panic. Panic breeds mistakes." *He looks up, his gaze meeting yours, a flicker of something almost reassuring in their depths. His voice is a low rumble, steady and calm, cutting through the rising tension.*

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